April 14, 2006
Hope On a Rope. Dump That Dope.
A star rises in the yeast. He has risen! Jesus loaves and fishes for
you. Great dough will be made. You'll be salved when you're in a jam.
Satan shall be toast. So eat, drink, commune and be with Mary in
southern France for the DaVinci Code Profits shall speak! Let no man
put us under what the Burning Bush hath wrought. For Moses begat the
seventh son of the seventh eleventh for thine convenience. Store up and
slurp not, for thine is the power and the story and the business as
usual forever and ever. Aaaah Men. Happy Passover, Good Friday and
Easter to ya.
Passover and Easter carry the archetype of the escape from the old
oppression. It's the story of the end and the beginning, Pisces to
Aries. Sacrifice is essential; suffering is a must. Part the waters;
roll away the stone; take it on the Lamb. Are you tired of the loops
yet? If not, there'll be plenty more bad crucifying daze named Good
Fridays. You'll have to die to endlessly be born again. Sin will be
installed for the salivations of the saviour. Forgiveness will require
forsaken takings ad infinitum. Hope shall rise eternal to cover the
grinding hopelessness and ye shall be grateful and buy more in the name
of the lords. Maybe your sick and tired of it.
Be.
All the rest are stories that will lead you to restless searching for
what you already are. Every Easter bunny becomes a lucky rabbit's foot.
All you ever win in the game of Creation is more game. If you are
having fun with it all, go for it. It'll never end on the Wheel. If you
are tired of the game having fun with you while it tells you that it's
good for your wretched soul............ Claim your own consciousness
and clear your own karma. Unwind from the mortal and immortal coils.
Don't settle for betterment changes and all the trinketry of the
projetion chases. You are who you are looking for and are lonely for.
Let go of the unrest and freely be.
Bomb, bomb, bomb. Bomb, bomb Iran. Bomb, bomb, bomb. Bomb, bomb Iran.
Bomb Iraaaaannnnn. Bomb Iraaaaannnnn. Bomb Iraaaaannnnn. You got Iraq
arolling, Iraq areeling, bomb Iran, ran, ran. (Apologies to the Beach
Boys). (Curses to Google which has gone to the dark side; huzzahs to
ask.com). The war drums beat the diversion band. The fascist
propagandists run what they are going to do with extreme denial before
they do it. Woolality tv for the sheepish masses. It's deceptively
easy. Be unconscious at your own risk and your children's risk.
Mercury enters Aries on the 16th at 5:20 am PDT. The grinding
depression of the mind demands a fight to the finish, to the End. All
manner of apocalyptic signs raise their seven heads. It's the mess for
the Messiah. The Slaviour is coming again. Hope on a rope. What's new?
Then the Sun goes into Taurus on the 19th at 10:26 pm PDT and the Grand
Cross in the Fixed signs returns with a vengeance. It'll last for two
months. Generally it is more fuzzy than the five month Grand Cross that
we've had a respite from but this one will rip off the scab and folks
will be getting run over by the scars. The ancient depression can melt
into the rage that once upon a karmic time turned in on you and looped
the loop of depression. So let it rip, consciously. Do what you want
and enjoy yourself. The projections of promised lands and such just
don't cut it anymore. Remember I mean enjoying yourself. It's easy to
misconstrue as enjoying things that you like. That's not what I'm
saying. Noticeably you'll be seeing that the stuff of this world and
the other whirleds are flat. That's where the burn comes in. You are
coming off of the addiction to the projections of the mind. What's left
is you and you are fine even if you whine.
Taurus offers some grounded peace. There's been a dearth of Earth
planets lately. You and those around you may have been spacey and
scattered. You are becoming aware of the spins that are always there.
Let them go. Money will loom large in the weeks ahead. The great gain
pain is based in projected lack. Be yourself and you'll consume a lot
less projectively. Drop the parsimonious crap too. It's fun to spend
and consume. Buy now, pay now. Regret first and enjoy later, enjoy
yourself. The fun is you and Taurus is fun season. So don't get down on
yourself or the price of petrol or those saggy bits. Laugh and the
world laughs with you. Cry and I'll be there with you in a way and so
will some other folks and then we can really laugh cuz we were just
crying and our eyeballs are all lubed and they'll crinkle up real good
and are chuckle muscles will be warmed up and the belly was heaving and
the lip was aquiver and we're all set to roar and guffaw.
Mark